I'm cursed.

[yourunintended]

This sounds completely superstitious and dumb, but for the past three years now, I have been rejected the week before, during, or after Memorial Day weekend.

Charlie, then Alan, and now this. Seriously. I am closing the doors of Beth's heart for eternity. Third time's the charm. I hate heartache.

I'm done shedding tears; I'm going to go nap.